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srp_lover75

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Apr 9, 2009
College...is expensive. That was the first thing I learned when I went away to school. I had taken out a shit ton of loans and I was still having trouble making enough to even eat on. Sighing softly my hazel shaded eyes hit the maroon colored carpet and I felt naked. I pretty much was except for the sexy little corset that not only pushed up my breasts quite a bit, but felt like it was suffocating me. the skirt I was wearing was hardly a skirt or any material at all and the black thong underneath was nothing either. I looked sullen, but what else could you expect? Finals were finally over and I didn't get a break at all. It was straight to working...yes...I was trading sexual favors for cash to live on. aka, prostitution. I hate that word, but what else could I do? Work fastfood? Tried it. All i did was get hit on and sexually harrassed anywhere I went, so why not just be a hooker or a stripper? They make good money so...here I am. I'm a bit more...unusual though. You see, I can be 'bought', ugh I hate that, for more than one night at a time as long as I'm getting paid. It's not so bad, my clients are well screened, by me. I'm smart believe it or not, I do checks and for the entire christmas break? Well I've been purchased as a slave pretty much. I'll do anything and everything he wants...but I'm getting paid insanely for it. He's some big wig, rich guy, so hopefully it's worth the amount he's paying. Still, I felt just as disgusting as always sitting in that motel room. I couldn't go straight to his house, mainly because he wanted a test run before he committed to anything...gotta respect the man's caution. Running a hand through my auburn hair, I shift a little, wondering what he'd think about caramel. Some guys were turned off by my almost milky chocolate skin tone, others found it extremely hot no matter what. Softball and soccer had finally done me a favor, I would say I'm pretty toned and flexible. Checking the time I hummed softly to myself and glanced at my 36 D cup and then back to the clock. He would be arriving soon, but it was hard to say if he'd want to go straight to fucking or if he had something else in mind...

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This topics open for absolutely anything. It could be some monster/tentacle thing that 'bought her or a normal guy or even her father or brother. I'm pretty open to everything right now. I'd just like to rp some and release some pent up sexual tension. Anyone interested?
 
I always hated Christmas time. Everyone everywhere was in good cheer and hyped up, Running here and there buying lavish gifts for those they loved. But what if like me you had no one to share it with, No one who loved you for who you are, only for what you could do for them.

Money, most people craved it, thought it could bring you everything. I had money, I was born into it. And true I could buy almost anything, Anything except the one thing everyone truly desired. After 35 years and a string of companions each of which would have happily married my bank balance I had finally given up on women. I had come to the conclusion that if women wanted money so much I would give it to them, but they would earn every penny of it.

So my gift to myself this year was a young nubile collage student, almost half my age. She was so desperate for money that she had agreed to sell herself to me for the duration of the holidays. She would submit to my will, Allow me to use her youthful body in any way I deemed appropriate in return for a her fee.

I pulled into the parking lot of the run down motel and glanced around at the seedy establishment before climbing out of the car. Approaching the designated room I did not bother to knock, instead I simply pushed the door open and entered the room my eyes instantly drawn to the young women in question.

She stood in the centre of the room, Somewhat startled by my sudden intrusion. Crossing the floor I throw myself down on the threadbare couch and stared at her. My eyes slowly roaming up and down her young body. Taking in every detail, every curve. She had dressed exactly as I had instructed, the corset pushing her breasts up high on her chest, The skirt barley covered her crotch, But it was her skin that truly captivated me, neither black nor white, a rich caramel colour and I knew their and than that I wanted to see more of it.

I sprawled back into the couch, my eyes never leaving her as I let the tension between us build, the silence within the room growing more and more uncomfortable as each second passed. Neither of us spoke, I could feel her eyes on me, sizing me up.

At 35 and 6’2” I was an imposing figure, I had a build most men would be proud of, My dark hair had just a hint of grey creeping into it. Glancing at the clock I noted that I had been sitting her for almost quarter of an hour and neither of us had moved so much as a muscle, You could cut the tension within the room with a knife when I finally spoke and broke the silence.

“Lift your skirt”.
 
The sound of the door flinging open nearly made me jump out of my skin. I at least expected a knock, it could have been anyone barging in. But when my eyes landed on his figure, I knew it was him. I had looked him up on google, it was amazingly frightening what you could find on the internet, so I knew his face. He was much more handsome than his picture was, but that was probably due to pixels. Being an art and digital student, I was a bit of a nerd when it came to technology but it was something I hid when I worked. I played whatever role I was asked, most of them consisted of the dumb blonde routine, even though my reddish brunette hair was nothing close to the rays of sunlight some girls had for hair. I was completely frozen to the spot I had been pacing. He really hadn't given many instructions for the meeting. Just that I dress in the corset and look...well nice. Not that I didn't clean myself or anything. Most guys just thought of prostitutes as dirty whores, but I've always taken pride in my appearance. If you saw me on the street I wasn't immediately pegged for a sexual deviant, or at least I hoped so. I rarely wear make up, even now only a hint graced my eyelashes and cheeks. There was a soft hint of red to my lips as well, but other than that, I was all natural. I shaved everything but my auburn locks and I was checked after every job. It costed me, but I put aside money for that. It was important I was clean and I was.

I watched him on the couch, chewing my lip slightly as he watched me. It was...uncomfortable to say the least. I could feel his eyes exploring every part of me, they were practically burning into my skin. I wanted to twitch, to squirm, but I felt frozen in place and not a muscle moved. I had researched this wealthy and handsome man as much as I could, but that didn't mean he wasn't the hitting type. I'd dealt with one or two of those...and it always ended badly each time. Being as proud as I am...I didn't quite put up with it like I probably should have. Mentally I cringed at the thought of that night and prayed that this lonely man wouldn't feel the need to smack me around. I wasn't about to given him a reason to. Not yet anyways. He was fit looking, very fit, so it wouldn't be hard for him to overpower me anyways. Glancing to the floor, I could hear my heartbeat racing. How long had I been standing there?

“Lift your skirt”

His words were demanding, but I was surprisingly relieved when he spoke. I felt as if I was suffocating from the silence. Nodding, I didn't speak but reached down, curling my slender fingers around the cloth of my skirt and lifted it, revealing the black thong that concealed my neatly shaven womanhood. I felt so tiny compared to him, even with him lounging on the couch. I was what? 5'4? 5'5? and he was at least 6'2. I stood still, still not speaking and waiting for his next direction. The air was thick though and I didn't know how much longer I could stand it.
 
I watched as her fingers curled around the hem of her skirt and slowly lifted it, My eyes were drawn to the skimpy piece of fabric that barely concealed her sex from my eyes. I noted a slight tremble in her thighs as the strain of standing still began to tell on her, but I was not ready to let her move just yet.

Slowly I pushed myself up from the couch and crossed the room towards her, circling her, as I let my eyes roam over her from every angle. She was a little thing her head barely coming up to my shoulders, had I wanted to I would have no problem throwing her down and ravishing her body to my hearts content.

Stopping in front of her I smiled as she stared straight ahead her eyes level with my chest. I reached out with one hand and run a finger over the silky fabric of her thong, the single digit tracing the path of her slit through he skimpy material.

“This is clean” I whispered as I rubbed her pussy “When did you have your last client” I added as my finger moved up and brushed against her clit.
 
Part of me couldn't understand why a man that looked...like him would be buying a girl for the holidays. He had a strong face, his jaw was defined with the handsomeness of a greek god. Well, maybe I'm exaggerating a bit, but compared to the other men he was an Adonis. He was still extremely good looking, so why was he here with me, rather than having a joyous night with a much more worthy companion? Working always made me feel like shit, but it wasn't something I could show. I had to remain confident, though I was having trouble retaining my usually falsely proud stature. I felt small and judged as he continued to look me over but as he grew closer, I stood straighter as if it would make me taller. I wasn't going to let myself be too intimidated, I couldn't could I? Lifting my chin I stood facing straight ahead, almost like a soldier waiting for her drill sargent. The material of the skirt was still grasped in my fingers as I still attempted to regain some sort of confidence.

I couldn't help trembling a little as he touched me. I was half expecting to be tossed like a ragdoll on the bed or couch, but there was only one teasing finger that traced the length of my thong. My eyes stayed open, though I wanted to close them. The contact was enough to awaken a quiet hunger in my core, just light enough to arose me senses in more than one way. “This is clean” “When did you have your last client” I fought the urge to twitch, though a soft gasp escaped my lips as his finger brushed the area of my clit.

"Last month...I've been checked...I keep myself more than presentable," I replied biting my lip. The last client had paid me enough to last a month before I had to start searching for potential clients again. Being fresh out of high school and as flexible in my activities as I was, I only went for high paying clients. I did whatever, whenever as long as they paid me well. It bought my silence for the higher class too, but I tried to ignore it all and get it done as fast as possible. This though...this was the entire Christmas break. Still, I needed the money for next semester's tuition, not to mention food and board expenses. I was willing and desperate for whatever I could get at the moment.
 
I smiled as I heard her soft gasp and focused my attention of rubbing my finger across her sensitive nub as I listened to her response. A smile spread across my face at her words, “I've been checked…” those three words set her apart from the common whore who rolled from bed to bed with no regard to what she may be carrying.

“Excellent” I muttered as my finger left her clit and dipped beneath waist band of her thong caressing the smooth skin of her shaved mound. “I would expect nothing less for what I am paying” Slowly my finger delved down between her thighs probing her sex, The palm of my hand cupping her mound and I wormed the finger inside her, feeling the first hint of moisture seeping through the walls of her passage.

I stepped back extracting my hand from within her panties “You’ll do” I muttered as I returned to the couch and reached into the pocket of my jacket and pulled out a large brown envelope, tossing it down on the floor in front of her I smiled “That is your deposit, You will get the rest when you have earned it”.

I glanced at the bed, but dismissed it. God knows how many whores had used that bed. “If you have anything you wish to bring with you grab it know, otherwise lets go” I muttered as I got to my feet and wrenched the door open. I did not wait stepping across the threshold and into he lot leaving the door wide open as I exited.
 
A smile lingered on his lips at my gasp and I felt a tinge of heat pass over my eyes. It was an unsettling smile and I instantly knew he'd be one of 'those'. If he wasn't a hitter, he was at the very least one of those men that wanted you to beg. He would expect me to surrender completely and would enjoy making me submit to him, especially if he realized how proud of a person I can be outside of paying bills. Most guys at school would call me a bit...frigid when it comes to sexual nature. I'm outgoing and friendly enough on other terms, but most guys at school simply get pissed because I don't put out easily. Sex became strictly business upon entering college for me. It's a job and even in this profession it wasn't smart to mix business and pleasure. “Excellent” “I would expect nothing less for what I am paying” I almost let myself roll my eyes, but I stopped myself. I needed to play this out until I at least got back to his place.

Inhaling deeply his finger slid into me with little effort. I'd gone a month without any sort of contact, masturbating had lost its appeal ages ago, so I wasn't exactly loose. I was no virgin, sure, but I considered myself rather tight from working out and avoiding penetration of any sort until now. I was getting wet, it was something that always happened fairly quick due to my sensitive nature. My heart began to race but the feeling of his finger was gone as fast at it had come. “You’ll do” “That is your deposit, You will get the rest when you have earned it” His smile was still a little coy, but I nodded and dismissed it. He was a bit condescending, but so far I had nothing to complain about so I nodded. “If you have anything you wish to bring with you grab it know, otherwise lets go”

As his back turned, I dropped my skirt and adjusted myself before grabbing the envelop. Opening it, I flicked through it quickly and then grabbed my jacket. All I had was an ID and a cell with me, just incase I got into a sticky situation...no pun intended...that I didn't like. I wasn't going to like this stay regardless, but I meant it in a life threatening way. I shuffled to follow him as I pulled the thick jacket around me. It was freezing outside and the outfit he had me in wasn't helping at all. At least I'd brought a jacket. The breeze caught my hair, causing some locks to fall in my eyes, but I ignored it, just as I ignored the filthy lot of the motel. I was glad he'd decided not to take me on that god awful bed. It looked like there were bloodstains on it. The high heels on my feet clicked and clacked as I followed behind him, not saying a word. I wasn't about to do much talking. Again, this was business. Maybe later if I got comfortable enough with him and him with me, there could be some friendly chatter, but for now it was the 'be seen not heard' game for me.
 
I crossed the lot with out looking back and climbed into the drivers seat, firing up the engine as I waited for her to follow. She wore a long coat that hide her skimpy clothing from prying eyes, and I frowned as I watched her approach. I waited until she settled into the passenger seat before swinging the car around and pulling out of the lot.

The silence filled the car as we ate up the miles, and I kept glancing over at her as we drove. After about and hour a reached across and unbuttoned her jacket and pulled it open exposing your scanty outfit to any who happened to glance inside the car as we drove. My eyes darting back and froth from her to the road as we continued on our journey.

It took almost three hours before I swung off the main road and started along a series of side roads, finally pulling up in front of the imposing gate that marked the entrance of my estate. After a second the gate swung open on its own and I drove on, Along the tree lined driveway. Finally pulling up outside a vast sprawling mansion.

I chuckled as looked across at you, seeing your eyes bulge at the sight of my home, It was a grand house, Twenty bedrooms in total, most of which had never been used. Climbing out of the car I went around and opened your door, extending my hand inside to help you out. Leading you up the stairway I push open the door and guide you into the lavish hallway. We are meet almost instantly by a stuffy looking gentleman to tips his head politely.

“Ah, Albert” I say as I shrug of my jacket “This young lady will be my guest for the holidays, See to it that a spare room is made up for her and inform Miss Cuthbert that there will be two for dinner” I added as I handed him my jacket.

He nodded politely “As you wish Sir” he retorted and looked at you quizzically “My I take your coat madam” he asked .
 
Stepping into the car, I could tell he wasn't exactly thrilled about the brown jacket that concealed my figure from him and whoever else might be in the area. I didn't quite care though. He was paying for me, I knew that, but no one else in the area was, so why should they get a chance to look? To see me on the street, you'd never know what I did after hours. I wore glasses, kept my long auburn locks up in a pony tail and wore casual clothing. Usually a pair of tight jeans and a t-shirt, nothing ever too revealing. Most pegged me as a book worm or an artist, the last of which I was. I consider myself intelligent and yet her I was in the passenger seat of a strange man's car, just waiting for him to...ugh. It was frustrating. I just wanted the month to be over, for him to take what he wanted, pay me and be done, but I knew it wouldn't work that way. I stared out the window for about an hour before being thrust out of my thoughts by his hand ripping at the jacket. Cool air hit my figure and I felt exposed. I didn't comment or move to close it. I just glued my eyes to the window, ignoring the glances from passing cars. I felt like even more of a whore than before with their fleeting glances but I fought the urge to cover up reluctantly.

It took about 3 or 4 hours to reach his place and when we arrived...it was much bigger than I expected. The place was absolutely huge and not to mention away from civilization. If he turned out to be a psycho, there would be no one for miles to help. Chewing my lip I whispered a soft thank you as he helped me out of the car. It was surprisingly...gentlemanly and I couldn't help eying him as he led me up the stairway and into the hall. Seeing the other gentleman, I blushed a little, fully aware how I must look. Like any other whore. I silently wondered how often he did this sort of thing. Did he bring prostitutes home often? I nodded politely back. “Ah, Albert” “This young lady will be my guest for the holidays, See to it that a spare room is made up for her and inform Miss Cuthbert that there will be two for dinner” Chewing the inside of my cheek I stood uncomfortably. It was different when only the client was involved. Usually I was kept a secret, no one other than my employer knew anything, but now his butler knew and whoever Miss Cuthbert, probably his cook, knew. How embarrassing. “As you wish Sir” “My I take your coat madam” Nodding, I took it off gingerly, but I didn't bow my head as I wanted too. I kept my head eye level, trying to stand tall as I handed it to him.

"This..." speaking to you, my voice was soft and shaky at first, but I cleared my throat a little and tried again. "This is a beautiful place you have here..." I wasn't sure how he'd take to conversation, but the silence was killing me and he seemed a little more...inviting once we reached his estate. I still had no clue about his character, but what was the harm in complimenting his place? I'd be staying here for a month and from the sounds of it, it wouldn't be in some dungeon with scraps for food, like had been terrorizing my dreams the past few nights.
 
I nodded as she commented on the house and smiled “It is a bit extravagant, I’ll admit. But why not, I have the money so why not spend it. So what if half the house has never been used” I lead the way across the hallway and into the lounge “And at least way out here I can indulge my fantasies with no one around to bother me” I throw myself down into the couch and chuckled softly “I mean you could scream your heart out and no one would hear you”.

I could see that my comment unnerved her slightly and I smiled, The presence of Albert had also surprised her and I liked the fact that she blushed slightly as she removed her coat revealing the skimpy outfit to the older man. She may be a whore but she was not comfortable displaying herself as such. I could see that beneath her façade she wasn’t quite as wanton as she made herself out to be, And that peeked my interest.

I motioned for you to take the seat opposite me as I pour a glass of wine and place it on the table in front of you as I waited for you to sit. I lean back into the couch and stare at you for a few moments a wry smile spreading across my face “Take your panties off and place them on the table” I instructed as I sipped from my glass, “You won’t be needing them while you are here”
 
“It is a bit extravagant, I’ll admit. But why not, I have the money so why not spend it. So what if half the house has never been used” I followed him into the lounge, poising myself as if I had much longer legs. I've never been one to slouch, because at my height it only made me look and feel shorter. Being short has never been something that I'm fond of. “And at least way out here I can indulge my fantasies with no one around to bother me” “I mean you could scream your heart out and no one would hear you” The look on my face is unmistakable and I pray he's only joking. I knew it to be true, but I hoped he'd give me no reason to scream other than in pleasure. Even then it would only be reflexive pleasure. This was business and I had to remind myself of that everytime I looked at the older man. He looked as if he could be one of my professors really. Older, but not ancient, possibly wise and highly experienced. It was an attractive quality to have, but I could only ever allow him to be a customer to me. Nothing more.

I sat down across from him, unconsciously crossing my legs as best I could at my ankles. The skirt only rose up more, revealing my soft caramel thighs. I might as well not been wearing anything lower than the torso. There was that grin again. The grin that practically slapped me in the face every moment he looked at me with it. “Take your panties off and place them on the table” “You won’t be needing them while you are here” Nodding, I followed his instruction, slowly standing and slipping out of them. I did it slow to allow him the pleasure of watching the flimsy material slide down my sleek legs before stepping out of them. I sat it on the table and took the wine glass as a replacement, smelling it, before sipping it gingerly. If he'd spiked it, there was no point in caring. I was in the house, far from anyone else. I was stuck here regardless. Deciding to be a bit bold, I took a bigger sip and looked him over.

"Why do you live here alone? I mean...a handsome gentleman like you a bachelor hidden away from the world? Doesn't seem..." she trailed off, knowing she was probably over stepping a boundary of some sort. What even made her ask the question? What did she care? All she wanted was the money, right? Still, part of her couldn't resist the subtle attraction to him and the curiosity of why he was alone, especially on the holidays.
 
I watched with pleasure as she slowly reached under her skirt hooking her fingers into the waistband of her panties and slowly, teasingly edging them down her legs. It was a scene I had witnessed countless times before, but this time there was something different about it. There was something about this women that peeked my interest far more than any had before her.

I smirked as she cautiously sipped at her drink, Knowing what was going through her mind. But why bother, She was here of her own consent. Freely offering up her body to me to use as I saw fit, so why bother with drugs. When I could simply command.

Her question startled me slightly and the smile slipped from my face as I looked up at her. My grip tightening on my glass “Doesn't seem...Right" I said finishing her sentence. I took a gulp of my wine and set the glass down on he table. “The answer is really very simple” I said as I snatched up your discarded panties and idly played with them as I continued to speak “Money…..I used to live in the city, and I’ll admit I was a player. I had my pick of women. Hardly a night went by when I did not have some new floozy throwing themselves at me”. I smiled dryly “Each and every one of them confessing there love for me within hours of us meeting. Fighting like alley cats as if I was some prize for the taking. I guess I got jaded, I grew to hate women and all the attention my playboy life brought, and eventually I give up on it all and retreated here”.

I looked up at you and for a moment was silent “At least with you there is no confusion, I know right from the outset that it’s about the money” I sighed as I sat back in the couch and stared at you “So now you know my life story, what about you, What turns an attractive, intelligent young lady like yourself into a whore”.
 
I hit a nerve. I could feel it as he clenched his teeth and gripped his glass tighter. I half expect him to lash out and not answer me. I wouldn't have minded if he refused, it was his own business, not mine. I was there to work, not ask questions, right? I shifted uncomfortably sinking into the couch a little more. The fabric was soft against my exposed skin and I remembered exactly how tired the car ride had made me. I kept my eyes open, not daring to seem tired, but I wouldn't mind laying out on the couch. “Doesn't seem...Right" “The answer is really very simple” He was going to tell me? It was a slight shock but I didn't complain as he sat his glass down. I took another sip of the dark drink as sat mine down as well, watching him toy with the thong I discarded. I've never understood men's fascination with underwear. I don't get bent out of shape with briefs but I had to admit, when I wasn't working I preferred to wear boxers. They were much more...comfortable. Shifting again, I listened, my curiosity peaked as he spoke. “Money…..I used to live in the city, and I’ll admit I was a player. I had my pick of women. Hardly a night went by when I did not have some new floozy throwing themselves at me”. “Each and every one of them confessing there love for me within hours of us meeting. Fighting like alley cats as if I was some prize for the taking. I guess I got jaded, I grew to hate women and all the attention my playboy life brought, and eventually I give up on it all and retreated here”.

"That's sad..." I replied softly, before I could catch myself. It wasn't my place to comment or even ask, but I couldn't help myself. No one ever thought about the cons of having money and for a moment I was glad I didn't have a lot of it. I knew what it was like to work hard but I did relate to him. I like to be modest, but I know I'm not...ugly. I consider myself decent looking and evidently so do all the guys trying to get in my pants at school. My body...my looks are all most judge me by and it's...frustrating so I understand his money problem. “At least with you there is no confusion, I know right from the outset that it’s about the money” For a moment my head bowed in shame. I needed the money, it was true, but I felt bad regardless. I was just...another woman after his money. I had no need to feel ashamed, I wasn't after his heart and I didn't know him well but my conscience ate at me regardless. Part of me wanted to put the envelope back on the table and escort myself out, but that would be an insult. He'd already brought me this far and he was expecting a someone to spend the holidays with at the very least. I fought with my morality for a moment, before he brought my attention back to him. “So now you know my life story, what about you, What turns an attractive, intelligent young lady like yourself into a whore”.

Whore. The word made me cringe and I unconsciously cut my eyes at him. It was reflex and I sighed softly, shaking my head a little. "Sorry...just...not used to that still..." I confessed softly, looking up at the ceiling a moment. He'd sort of complimented me so I had to let it go. "I need the money...it's as simple as that. My family consists of alcoholics and drug addicts...I've tried working elsewhere...but all i get is sexual harassment...so I figured...why not? It's good money and it'll keep me alive and put me through school...I'm done with it as soon as I graduate and can move onto something better..." I looked at him and folded my arms over my chest, almost as if trying to maintain what little self respect I had left. thinking a moment, I decided something. It was...the holidays, right? Why not give him some hope for women? "Why don't we make a deal? ....It's christmas, the season of giving right? Keep your money...I can do without it...as long as you let me stay here the winter month. My lease is up at my apartment...I've got no where else....so let me stay and we'll proceed with everything else as planned?" Why I was offering to not take his money and still adhere to his every beck and call was beyond me. It had to be my conscience. It was a fair deal though, right? I inhaled slightly, unsure of what he'd say to this. He'd probably just call me stupid for giving him the better deal. Or was it? I didn't know. I was simply acting...impulsively.
 
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